I was at home trying to sleep; by about this time it was 11:00. It was impossible! The wind had started to blow at a tremendous speed and unearthing small trees. The rain was torrential. The thunder was piercing the sound barrier growing even louder, I felt as though my eardrums were about to burst. The lighting was so blinding even moles would be able to see it! I was terrified.
I was home alone for my mum had gone to a business meeting, cross-country. Even though I knew my mum was safe I still worried that she might come back to get me and take me away. My mum is the only person I know that would listen to the warning, even though no one else would.
I was waiting for the storm to stop hoping it would pass, hoping no one would be hurt, and hoping my mum was safe. The rain, thunder, wind and lightning persisted for hours upon end, and then, it stopped!
I went outside wondering whether I was dead and this was a dream so, I slapped myself as hard as I could, it was a shock to me and it also stung. It was amazing the storm was over!
Then I started to hear a rumbling sound, I ignored it and carried on rejoicing that the storm was over, I had no time to be worried about getting something to eat. Then the noise turned from a loud rumbling to a high-pitched shrill!
I turned I saw it coming it was a cyclone of death. It was the eye of the storm, which had succumb to pass! I ran as fast as my legs could run. I was able to hear every outburst of treacherous thunder shaking the earth, every second a dying moment. I got to my house not even thinking I grabbed as much food as I could and headed for the cellar. At this time I had just remembered that we were moving the cellar outside for it was a too small to still be kept inside. I was punching, kicking and screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to break the door. Then I remembered. There was dad’s old shed outside. It had the main pipes to the house, which had been dug 20ft beneath the ground, with the concrete cement footings stabilising them.
Even though a good plan at the time what I had failed to realise was that there was now a 300-metre long tornado heading straight towards the house. It was howling deeply, it was creating a gushing sucking noise like when a child is finishing a drink through a straw.
I ran I didn’t care at the time what was happening. I could see houses being uprooted like trees and pylons falling like giants. The wind and rain was torrential and nowhere to hide only one place to run! I was running like a Jesus lizard on water. I was running so fast I just felt that I was skimming the surface of the water it felt like I was running on a layer of skin above the ground.
I was dodging obstacles, like an antelope dodging its hunter. I was nearly there I could almost sense the safety of the cellar. Running not tiring, I was on a small stretch to the shed and I wasn’t hesitant to run faster. I had wanted this to stop wanted this to finish but I couldn’t let it not until I had beaten this. I was so close I could taste the warmth from the shed! I was running as fast as my legs could take me, as I came to the door I jumped then to franticly kicked the door open and then almost immediately flung myself under the pipes to then secure myself to them with the belt I had grabbed towards my way out.
Then it came I was in the middle of the cyclone of death all around me things were whipped into the air and I thought it was over and I was to die. But the pipes did mot give way and it passed.
The next couple of hours were the worst for me. The storm was now passed and it had also left a trail of destruction and death in the path, which it had taken. The trail was a horrifying, long and twisting path to hell that had shattered everything in its path.
So, I had survived and not fully understanding why, I went home.
By James Major
